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[PROJECT: DIVINITY]
[SUBMITTED BY: ADAN JONAH JUETT]
[#10758115]
[REPORT #4875]
Upon studies of Specimen #344, we have concluded that [REDACTED]. Specimen #344 shows high signs of intelligence, and advanced knowledge of abstract powers. Specimen #344, disregarding the low quality of it, has proven interesting in our studies to further [REDACTED]. We will continue our tests. This concludes report #4875.
[REPORT #6344]
Specimen #344 has died. However, with its death, we have learned that death doesn't [REDACTED], and it has instead [REDACTED]. After this incident, we incinerated specimen #344's body, and poured its remains in acid, before encasing that acid in a secure, protected facility designed to keep it from [REDACTED]. We will continue our search for [REDACTED]. This concludes report #6344.
[REPORT #6345]
In our search we have found an anomaly. This anomaly is a window, or, more accurately, a door to another reality, or world. This door appears in the form of [REDACTED]. It is similar to [REDACTED], but its durability is far higher than anything we've seen. We have found it in a dormant state, but it seems to react violently to human contact, to where [REDACTED] occurs. We will continue to document this anomaly, and further our research of [REDACTED]. This will conclude report #6345.
[Report [REDACTED]]
A drunk assistant touched the anomaly, causing [REDACTED] to come out. [REDACTED] proceeded to maim, and consume the drunken assistant alive. Upon this occurring, we have enacted a lockdown of Code: Yellow. All doors to the room were sealed, and locked shut. After [REDACTED] ate the assistant, it banged, and scratched all over the windows, scratching them deeply. We have put in a request to change them out, in case [REDACTED] appears again. This concludes report [REDACTED].
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Jeff, after reading the reports, looked down below them, and saw a weird symbol stamped on the paper. It was almost like a signature, like an angel with a halo, but with countless horns, and long, sharp teeth. It was stamped in crimson ink, as if it was blood. Jeff put the paper down, looking back into the file cabinet, before sliding it shut, and pushing the terminal back into the wall, clicking it in place.
Jeff, looking back at the door, noticed a tile pushed out. Walking over to it, it was hinged open, and it revealed a keypad, with letters G, Y, B, O, and R, along with numbers from 0 to 9. Jeff, looking around the room some more, remembered he has that slip of paper from earlier. He took it out from his pocket, and looked on the back side. To his surprise, it had a code on it:
0 5 6 - - - - - B 7 O 0
some of the code was covered in blood stains. Jeff, not knowing what to do, gathered all the important things, and put them on the chair in the middle of the room; the report document, the 2 keys, and the slip of paper. He looked around some more, and noticed the black, viscous blood covering the white tiled floor. He didn't even notice it stopped dripping from the ceiling. He looked up, the tile of the ceiling still popped down, covered in the black, viscous blood.
Getting an idea, Jeff tried swiveling the medical light that was attached to the ceiling towards the tile, but it couldn't turn that far. Trying to climb the chair now, Jeff could barely reach the tile, with it being just out of reach. He would have to jump to reach it. Jeff, thinking about it for a moment, was worried about, because the blood made it just slippery enough to where if he failed, he could slip, causing him to fall, and potentially get injured by the fall.
"Ah, fuck."
Jeff's mouth moved, trying to say the words. But, as he tried to say them, nothing came out. He tried to say it again, but he still couldn't. He his hand, rubbing his throat, but it felt fine. He tried to yell, or scream, but, again, nothing. He walked over to the mirror, and saw a large scar on his neck. His vocal cords looked oddly... smooth, compared to a normal person's. It was almost as if someone replaced his vocal cords with something else. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a single sound with his voice; not a scream, not a whisper...